The Room of Promise

It was one of those magnificently unique places in the world,

where the clock halted and reality took a backseat,

those inside ushered their bags along like progeny,

on their next step, a paper ticket coupled as a blank sheet.

Crossing borders in desperate pursuit of the warmth of home.

Crossing borders absconding from the frost of home.

Crossing borders in the optimistic activity of love.

Crossing borders when love revealed itself as a devilish fraud.

All of the worlds implicit desires congregated into the hall,

skimming through others stories, knowing theirs could well be soon.

The coffee slightly overpriced and the children overzealous,

a thousand and one poets all together in the same room.

They wait for their call, a catalyst to the future

Studying the bright orange merged into the black that told them more.

There could be a delay to some peoples dismay

But I mind not, this is the airport and what I am here for.